Breakfast with
a VHS tape on a timer. Cop Hodges dances with a food truck vendor. “Maybe it’s
machinery.”

TWO COPS:
Hodges, you can’t park here.

HODGES: Get it
washed. [Hands over his keys.]

TWO COPS:
Hodges!

See the serpent
woman walk, talk, “and crawl on her belly like a reptile”; see her meet
“...that ain’t no gator” but a Future Chemical gator—“You ever seen a nest this
big?”

A mutant
alligator eats who swims among the reeds in Regent Park. No, you may not
explode grenades beneath Lake Shore Drive. Remove the alligator =
gentrification = the loss of local color, i.e., The Crazy Boys. Send in the man
on stilts. Feed the alligator land developers.